“We’ll start you on Maisie. See how you do.” Her father smiled at her, one hand on the saddle, the other held out in invitation.
Josie swallowed, took a deep breath, and nodded. She could easily hop onto Maisie’s back — nowhere near as high as the jump to Thunder’s back — with no need for a hand up. She and Thunder exchanged longing glances over the stall door, keeping him locked away.
Maisie nickered, brushing soft lips across stable floor, searching for scraps of straw.
Best she comply for now; Father wouldn’t approve of their clandestine, Thunderous midnight rides.
Carrot Ranch Prompt (09/16/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a Big Black Horse. It can be a horse, a metaphor or an interpretation of KT Tunstall’s “Big Black Horse and a Cherry Tree.” Go where the prompt leads!
Valley of the Trolls 
One day horse and rider will be able to ride in the sun! A bond like that only grows stronger!! 😀
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I love the thought of their secret midnight rides. Daughters are often far in advance of what their fathers think.
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Oh, I did like this one! Sometimes the truth has to be kept hidden, sadly.
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